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TEST DRIVE MEME, APRIL 2017.

TEST DRIVE MEME

There was an accident. That's basically the only thing you know for certain. Maybe a car wreck - metal and broken glass everywhere, and the sirens and the screaming. Or maybe there was an explosion. Maybe your bike hit a rock and you careened uncontrollably off a mountain path. You can't can't quite make out the details, not who was at fault or why. Try as you might, the chaos is all you can remember.

It's also the last thing you remember from before you wake up here.

When you open your eyes, the accident is gone. Instead, you're in a hospital bed – the nursing staff greets you with a cheerful smile.

Welcome to Wayward Pines, they tell you. You'll make a full recovery here.

option one
WELCOME TO WAYWARD PINES

The hospital staff had seemed very friendly, but ultimately unhelpful when it came to answering your questions, insisting you shouldn't worry about such things, and that it was smarter to just rest until you'd fully recovered.

That was some time ago. You've since managed to leave the hospital – either via escape, or simply by waiting patiently and filling out paperwork until they finally agreed to release you. Now you've found yourself in the small but hearty town of Wayward Pines, Idaho. It's a charming little place, and the people there are all friendly enough, more than willing to greet you on the street, or give you directions if you need them.

Unless you're asking for directions out of town, of course.

Some will simply smile and give you a hearty pat on the shoulder and ask why you'd ever want to do a thing like that? Others will get quiet for a moment, and direct you to the nearest sign posted near the doorway of every building.

Don't bother taking the road, either. Whether you walk or get your hands on a vehicle, you won't get anywhere. The road simply takes you away from town for a short while before looping around and bringing you right back in.

There's no use questioning things, and it seems pretty useless to try to leave. So really, why not stay a while? Everyone's convinced that you'll find something to love in Wayward Pines.

(For the purposes of this test drive, you're welcome to handwave the existence of basically any local business or activity.)

option two
INTO THE WOODS

You've just heard a scream from the woods.

I mean, it could've been an animal. There's bound to be some kind of wildlife amongst the trees, right? But then again, it did sound awfully... human.

Though all of the locals nearby conceal a flinch at the sound, they'll assure you it's nothing, if you ask them. Why, you're probably just hearing things! (But with an anxious undertone of stop asking questions.) If you're curious, though, and brave enough to go see, they won't make any move to stop you from going into the wooded area surrounding the town.

The trees are tall, and their branches are thick enough to block out a significant amount of sunlight from breaking through the canopy, leaving the forest floor a little dimmer and cooler than the streets of town.

Whatever the source of the scream was, you won't be able to find it out here. An experienced hunter might notice some signs of a struggle, and a few faint boot prints, but they don't really seem to lead anywhere in particular.

What you will find, if you walk far enough, is a fence. A big one - at least 30 feet tall, made of metal and concrete. It goes on quite a ways in either direction as well; follow the wall far enough, and you'll see that it connects with the steep, sheer cliffs that surround the rest of Wayward Pines, effectively boxing the town in.

In actuality, you'll probably feel it before you see it. A full 500 yards from the wall, when it's hardly a shadowy smudge through the trees, you start to feel a little bit tired, a little bit weak. Trouble is, the closer you get, the weaker you feel - like the wall itself is sapping the strength out of you, and the closer you get, the worse it feels. Any powers you may have had grow weaker in kind as you make your way to the fence, but even ordinary humans will find their strength sapping away. By the time you're close enough to read the signs and to feel the crackle of electricity radiating from the thick wires criss-crossing the wall's metal surface, you're too weak to stand.

Do you crawl closer still and risk electrocution, or do you crawl away and assess the situation once you're far enough from the fence to be able to stand?

option three
PTA BAKE SALE

It's that time of year again. The time when everyone digs into their wallet, ignores their diet, and spends a little time supporting the local school bake fair. You know, for the good of the children. And it doesn't hurt that Linda's Blondie recipe is honestly to die for. The school PTA has pulled out all the stops this year in the hopes of encouraging a good community turn out, posters advertising the sale plastering every street corner and stuffed into every mailbox for a solid week leading up to the event, and today is finally the day.

There's at least two dozen different tables set up with all manner of delectable treats, even one or two offering vegan alternatives for those inclined, not to mention a few others catering to some of the townspeople's more... unique palates.

Maybe you've got your own table set up with your wares, or maybe you were simply lured to the park today by the appetizing scents wafting through the air. Either way it seems like the whole town has come out to show their support today and why wouldn't they? Children are our future, aren't they? Or maybe it's just Linda's Blondie recipe.

Yeah, that's probably it.

option four
ON THE NETWORK

Though it's not as high-tech as you might be used to (or hell, maybe you're ren faire and it's centuries beyond anything you've seen), but Wayward Pines does in fact have a network to accommodate its citizens.

Go ahead, post a network post! Just note that the network currently has two basic functions. The first is audio-only and can be accessed from the telephones in each character's home. If an audio-based medium doesn't suit your needs (or aesthetics), be sure to take advantage of the Wayward Pines Message Board from your brand new laptop for the chance to communicate with your fellow townspeople in a text-based format instead!

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Welcome to our third test drive here in The Pines! Just one important thing to note:

Upon arrival in Wayward Pines, characters find themselves struggling to remember entirely who they were or where they came from. Memories return progressively over the next two weeks. You're welcome to play with this mechanic in any of these prompts, but it's definitely not mandatory! For more details on this temporary memory loss, see our FAQ.

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OPTION ONE

Nobody wants to wake up in the hospital. Izzy is no different than most people in that respect. Coming to in the hospital bed with...chaos and a little bit of pain and the remnants of something lingering in the foggiest mess possible only adds to the unpleasantness that comes with the somehow familiar environment...and yet it isn't really. She doesn't really remember any of it, not even with a bit of concentration; the room, the nurses with those slightly off smiles...none of it is ringing a bell and it's beyond frustrating even if the young woman can't exactly explain why.

It doens't help that those same nurses give her placating smiles and brush off her concerns and questions with instructions to rest while she waits for her discharge,
which couldn't come around fast enough. Izzy isn't sure about much of anything right now, but one thing that she does know is that the hospital gown isn't flattering on anybody, no matter how shapley and attractive their body is: her's included. Plus the colors make even the healthiest of sick and injured look terrible, washing them outh. It's not something that Iz would be caught dead in if she had a choice, and she doesn't know how she knows that fact.

After what feels like forever Izzy's finally released with the tip that her things will be waiting for her at the Sheriff's Office. The petite woman can only hope that going there, picking up her things will bring back something.

Still, that leaves the trek through Wayward Pines for Izzy to think, to fixate on what she can't remember and the frustration that feeling that way causes. She doesn't even know herself right now, not really; so, she can't take much comfort in what she does know. That bodes the question of what does she know? That's the question on Izzy's mind as she works her way throurough the place in search of the Sherrif's office. As she passes people whose faces she doesn't recognize she offers a polite smile in return, still not feeling right about all of this. And even once she's picked up her things, and changed, she doesn't feel better, though she does feel a bit more like herself.

Now in her heels, leather jacket, blouse and tight leather pants with her lips painted just the right shade of red Izzy just...feels more herself. Even if she isn't sure who she is. The difference is noticable, and not just because she's now dressed, but also because she feels different, sauntering back down the street of Wayward Pines Izzy's smile is more flirtatious and natural....even if she's more focused on what's going on in her mind than the polite interactions with the faces that are just sort of blending together.

"Hi," Izzy announces herself, finally stopping to...try again. "I'm sorry, I'm a little...out of sorts, but...what's going on here with this place?" Izzy plasters on the charm, naturally, just needing some sort of answer.

OPTION THREE

[The muffins sat out on Izzy's table look more like weapons than a delicious basked treat. Tilting her head as she reaches out to try and rearrange them to make them look more appetizing the petite woman can't help the frown marring her face; baking is, apparently, not one of her fortes unless this is just a terrible fluke.

Either way the muffins look horrible and there's a lingering smell of something distinctly...well, burnt. She's pretty sure that nobody will be jumping to get any of these.]

Maybe I should market these as hockey pucks...or ornamental throwing muffin pucks instead... [She mutters to herself, knowing she can't (in good conscience) let anybody even attempt to eat these things.

At least she tried? And why does she have the feeling that she'll always try despite how badly this went? Surely she isn't always this bad in the kitchen? The Angel knows that it went badly this time, though.]

Edited 2017-04-19 01:41 (UTC)

[Even if Alec's memory is still missing a few events, there's no way that he'd every forget his sister. Her name had eluded him for days but he'd remembered the sister who had supported him and had been so happy over his relationship with Izzy.

Although it'd taken time, her name and a few important traits had settled in his mind. One of those key details had been to avoid Izzy's cooking at all costs. Unless she was about to inflict it on someone else.

Picking up one of the muffins, Alec manages not to wince when he realizes how heavy it is and that it's more than slightly charred around the edges.]

I don't think we have a rink, but I could use them for throwing muffins. That could help with my training

[If he could remember what exactly he's training for.]

[The blink is pretty much the only thing that Izzy can manage to do as he picks up one of her muffins (if you can call them that...because a part of her still feels like she can't honestly call them that considering their current state). She's not in much of a denial at the moment, despite knowing that if she tries hard enough she can cook something that doesn't turn out like this, she just knows that he should not...under any circumstances actually eat that muffin.

So, there's a relief that he doesn't do more than hold it.]

They might make a pretty good weapon. [Izzy says that with a bit of a charming smile pulling at her lips and a shrug pulling upward on her shoulders.] They look like they could do some damage....I'm not sure where I went wrong. I'm pretty sure that my cooking isn't normally this bad, though.

[She hopes, anyway. Though, she isn't sure why she feels the need to give the bit of defense toward her culinary abilities. Maybe it's just...a thing with her? The petite woman muses for all of a moment, doing her best not to linger too long before focusing because she feels like there's something....that she's missing right in front of her. And it's an annoying feeling that irritates her more than a little.]

What are you training for?

[If Izzy asks, he would try the muffin. He's eaten worse and knows he'd get through the inevitable pain that would follow but Alec would prefer not to take the risk. Discussing the possibilities of using them as weapons is a hopeful sign that he won't have to test the questionable baked goods.]

Throw them with the right amount of force and you probably could knock someone else.

[The suggestion is made in a quiet tone that only Izzy would be able to hear. He doesn't want to freak out any of the people nearby. He begins to correct her about her cooking, but suddenly he remembers a flash of hopeful looks followed by disappointment. Let her keep her delusion as long as she isn't giving anyone food poisoning.]

You'll get it right next time, sis.

I don't really remember but my bow is at the police station. [Why a bow? It doesn't seem like a practical weapon but it's almost painful not to have it with him.] And I've been practicing some kind of self defense.

And if you aim at the right part of the body.

[Izzy adds on, not exactly sure...why she felt the need to say that, but at the same time she knows that it's true. She knows that aiming at sensitive spots with something as hard as these muffins would be just effective enough.

Even if they aren't necessarily lethhal.

Though, the very fact that she has the thoughts and the knowledge does worry her just a tad. She pushes it away and manages a smile for her older brother.]

Maybe I'll try something simpler first. [Izzy shrugs and then her nose wrinkles along with a frown pulling at her mouth.]

Are you going to get it back? Do you know why? Or can you not remember? [She asks even though she knows the rules; surely, though, she's allowed to ask, to talk about things like that with her older brother? Right?]

Edited 2017-04-20 01:42 (UTC)

[Grinning at Izzy's comment, he's relieved that he's not the only one that remembers strange ways to turn everyday objects into missiles. He was starting to wonder why he was one of the only people in town that thought that way.]

Magnus probably knows how to cook. Maybe he can teach us both.

[Alec could manage to make a meal but his talent seems to require taking strange, seemingly incomparable ingredients and making something tasty from them. In large quantities. The sheer amount of food he makes when he's not thinking about the process makes him wonder if he somehow forgot a few more siblings.]

They said I can have it back in a couple weeks. [Even if he does want Izzy's help figuring things out, he's not going to risk breaking the rules in public.] I think I'm a hunter of some kind. That'd explain the bow and knives.

[Izzy grins at her older brother, cocking her head to the side.] You don't even know for sure and you're volunteering him for two students. Do you realize how couple-y that is, Alec? And adorable?

[She just can't quite help herself and she's already given up on stopping some of the things that want to come out of her mouth; it seems pointless to filter herself when she feels relatively confident no matter what's busting to come out. Somehow, this feels like it's just the type of relationship she has with her brother, anyway.

She has no idea if she's completely right, but it feels right to her, anyway.]

Well, that's good. Did they say why the wait or wave it off because you'll ultimately get it back? [She's pretty sure that question doesn't fall under the category of 'do not ask', afterall, it's not about the past past, just Alec's visit to the police station!] That would explain it, I suppose. [Izzy shrugs, if only because it doesn't quite sound familiar to her.]

Well, I'm obviously not a baker, I think we've figured that out. [Izzy picks a muffin up and taps it on the table, listening to the light thud the action causes.] If nothing else, anyway.

It would work in his favor to teach me how to cook. [Only years of experience dealing with Izzy and Jace keep him from flushing at how couple-y he's being. It's something he never thought he'd have and he can't help smiling at the idea.] I don't know if it's adorable, but it's freeing. No one here cares if I do couple-y things with Magnus.

[Whenever he thinks about it, it's in relation to the Law and something called the Clave that he hasn't figured out yet. And their parents, but they're still vague memories that Alec hasn't sorted out yet.]

It seems like the wait period is just town policy but - [He shrugs, glancing around to see if anyone might overhear.] it's stupid since either one of us could use baked goods for weapons.

[Knowing that any further comments about baking will hurt Izzy's feelings, Alec refrains from stating that no, she really shouldn't be allowed in the kitchen.] You're probably a hunter too, Iz. Or we both really like tattoos. Maybe we're in a biker gang. It'd explain the leather.

You, yes. Me...not so much. [She manages to say that as a tease, though; she likes Magnus, so it isn't meant as anything bad. She can see how happy the other man makes her brother too and that's really all that matters.] It can be both, and I care...I'm happy for you. And proud that you went after what you wanted.

[Izzy reaches out, squeezing her brother's arm with a warm smile. She supports Alec no matter what. The fact that he's gay really doesn't bother her, not in the least, because it doesn't change anything, he's the same person no matter what.

Izzy can't quite keep her snicker back at Alce's glace around before he comments on how capable they both seem to be. He isn't wrong.] I guess they can't bend the rules just because we can manage with or witout. [Izzy shrugs before tossing the muffin back in place, avoiding making eye contact with her brother for a moment because she isn't quite sure that she is a hunter.

She doesn't remember using arrows or hunting anything. Or riding a bike, though, the leather has already become an obvious thing, plus the tattoos.] I don't know about the hunter part. We definitely look like we could be part of a biker gang, but only a very stylish biker gang. [Izzy forces a bit of a grin at that.]

I don't remember using a bow, but I remember a whip. And some other stuff. [Stuff she's a little hesitant to share just because she's not sure what she's going to remember in relation to it...yet.]

Clary had been heading to her shift at the shelter. Her backpack was slung across her back while she sported a pair of green shoes that would have looked ostentatious if not for her pink sweater that pulled the eye upward. Everything was slowly snapping into place like a puzzle being forced together by a give year old. Clary still felt the nagging sensation that something was off but she couldn't remember the details so it didn't feel all that important.

She paused when she heard the voice behind her and turned. Bright green eyes fell on the taller raven haired girl and Clary felt intimidate envy. She'd always been short and lanky but this girl was nothing like that: tall, slender but beautiful. She realized a few moments to late that she was staring and the girl had asked her a question.

"What do you mean?" Clary didn't recognize Isabelle at all though there was that nagging feeling, the one that she felt when something slipped momentarily out of place. "I'm sorry, have we met before?"

Izzy's perfectly stable, comfortable even, in her stiletto heels; they're probably the only reason that she's got all that much height to her considering how small she was before she retrieved them. And they sure as hell look good on her; Izzy feels confident in her skin, in her clothes, even if she doesn't remember picking them out or as much as she knows she should. That fact hasn't gotten any less frustrating since waking up.

The charming smile remains on Izzy's face as she gives a bit of a vague gesture around her. "Nobody can really tell me much of anything. The hospital staff told me to rest and not to worry, plus the signs." Izzy spots one and points, specifically, at it for good measure. "What's with this place and the....aversion to talking about the past and what's going on?" Izzy clarifies, not knowing any better (not truly) as of the moment, anyway.

She is a little thrown by the question that the pretty redhead throws at her. And it causes Iz to tilt her head, curls moving with the motion. Oddly enough there's something there, but....it's something that Izzy can't quite connect to: like it's on the tip of her tongue or just out of her grasp and she can't quite get it, which is the reason that she finds herself frowning. "I...honestly have no idea. I can't remember the things that I feel like I should, sorry." Izzy gives a dainty shrug.

"My name is Isabelle, Izzy....your's?"

Clary remembered that confusion from a month before. It hadn't gotten much better except that she was slowly remembering the things around her. She felt bad for Isabelle, even knowing that she could do nothing to help. There was something there, something that Clary didn't remember, but she felt a sharp feeling twang in her chest. It wasn't a feeling she could identify but she was sure that Izzy was its source.

"Izzy." She smiled and continued. "I'm Clary Fray."

She glanced around, decided that she had time and settled into the conversation. For whatever reason she wanted to linger and talk to Izzy.

"A lot of accidents happen here. I can't say why but its how things are. It's a nice town and your memories should return with time. Well, we aren't supposed to talk about it." Clary glanced around looking uncertain. "I'm heading to work. It's at the shelter, want to walk with me? We can talk." Plus they can play with kittens when she got to work.

Clary didn't feel safe talking about things on the street.

"Clary." Izzy repeats the name, as if she needs to try it out, and it's familiar enough that she isn't sure that that she hasn't met the other woman before. Despite knowing the sort of damage that can be done to a brain in an accident, it's still frustration; Iz wishes that she could expedite the process of managing to get a grasp on her memories and to get them flooding back, unfortunately she can't. "Well, just in case we haven't met before it's nice to meet you." And she even manages to say it with a bit of a smile back, at that.

So far, Clary is like every other person that Iz has run into in this place save for one fact: she's actually been a little bit more willing to actually talk, even if it's not as in-depth or informative as would be ideal. Listening to the redhead at least gives the impression that she's not alone in her current situation here, at least. "That's easier said than done." Izzy mutters, a joking edge to her voice, and yet...meaning it too. "But I suppose I shouldn't start breaking laws right out of the gate. Maybe it'll make more sense when I start to remember."

She gestures for the other girl to set their course, managing a friendly smile even thoughs he still isn't quite feeling in con trol. She's a little too out of sorts for her own liking still, but she will manage. "Lead the way, I'm game to do a little walk and talk."

Clary offered a smile in return though it was a little forced. Her eyes went to the markings on Isabelle's skin before snapping back to the sidewalk. It was the same as Alec's and her mark though hers had since faded and she hadn't been able to find any others. Scouring her body had felt weird but knowing that she was mark free was an odd relief. There was to much about this place that didn't add up.

"Yeah." She agreed easily to Isabelle's comment about not breaking laws. Clary didn't want to be chased down by the police for talking about the past when they weren't supposed too. It seemed silly but it was important.

Clary set their pace since her legs were a little bit shorter than Isabelle and the added height from her heels. "I work at the shelter but it's attached to a cafe were the cats are often hanging out and waiting for attention. I figured we could talk more there if you wanted." Cats were very therapeutic. "I'm still getting the hang of things, catching up in school and stuff. Everyone here has been nice though and mostly understanding about the memory loss thing."

The click-clack of her heels on the sidewalk is actually somewhat comforting to Isabelle, probably because it feels familiar and natural for her. She may not know where she's going, but the trek there is filled with her usual confidencere. Amusement pulls at her face, though. "A cat cafe attached to a shelter...that's pretty genius." Or at the very least a great way to get people interacting with the furry little creatures.

"I think I'm patient, so I can wait until we get there." Izzy's tone is teasing, mainly because she's actually not completely certain about that patient part. Now, though, she feels as if she can handle the wait from here to there. After all, Clary is the first person that has taken more than just polite time to address her.

"Well, considering it happens so often they must be used to it, by this point." Izzy shrugs, a perfect eyebrow lifting in curiosity, though. "School....college or high school?" Izzy can't quite imagine having memory loss while attending either of the institutions. So, she has a moment of happiness that she's not attending either herself.

Clary looked up at her with a smile. "High school. I'm finishing my portfolio so that I can get into this art school. I don't take to many classes and usually end up having half days. Which is when I go to work." Mostly because she lived alone and still needed to eat. Luckily she was able to grab lunch at the cafe section of the shelter. It was usually a salad which was fine.

"Do you not remember if you have a job or are in school?" Clary figured that asking specific questions might help Isabelle remember. It had helped her when she was trying to find out more about herself.

She was patent, waving for Isabelle to turn off main street and then point out to a store front a little ways down. "There's the cafe."

"So you're getting what's required finished up so you can study what you really want." Izzy sumarizes easily, a smile pulling at her mouth. "And it's art at that...very cool!" She decides with an appreciative nod. Izzy's positive that her only artistic abilities lie in fashion and makeup, the thought crossing her mind almost immediately at Clary's mention of art. The question doesn't even give Izzy much pause, surprisingly enough.

"Oh, I'm definitely out of school." The answer to that piece of the question comes out without a moment of hesitation. However, that wasn't an answer to the job part of the question, at the same time. Did she have a job? She couldn't remember a title, a place, or function, but somehow Izzy knew that she had a job, one that left her feeling fulfilled and that was important to her. "I'm sure that I do have a job." The petite woman guessed, lips pursed in thought. "It's still a little bit fuzzy, but I remember heels and pencil skirts." And crime scenes, though she's not exactly ready to put that out there; she's not quite sure...what she does. "And that I do something that is important and helps people. Or at least, I think it is." It almost seems funny to say that considering the dark tattoos on her skin, but she trusts her instincts at the same time.

"That's easy enough to find." Izzy notes, curiosity on her face as they approach the cafe.

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[When Magnus had left the house with the intention of hunting down some curtains that didn't have flowers stitched onto them, he hadn't expected any sort of excitement. Most of the decor items for sale in town fit with the theme already established in the house he shared with Alec—that is to say, no theme whatsoever. Several of the main rooms were decorated in a limited array of beiges, several in yellow, and one poor room painted dark green. While he was usually a fan of bold color choices, none of them were quite what excited him. The shabby chic furniture was its own brand of nightmare, wicker chairs painful for both his body and his soul. Unfortunately, it seemed like he'd have to resort to methods other than simply shopping in town.

Amidst all the dull design around him—he loved the quaint little town and it's shops, honestly—it was easy to pick out a woman in leather and high heels. Something about her silhouette was familiar enough for him to cross the street and jog to catch up to her, reaching out for her arm but hesitating. He didn't want to grab her and risk startling a stranger he might have mistaken for—] Isabelle?

Yeah? [Izzy's feet come to a stop and she turns, gracefully, toward the sound of the somehow familiar voice, the only slightly tamed curls swishing slightly with the abrupt turn that's now interrupting her forward trek.

She isn't expecting for the face to seem familiar, but is surprised when it...does. Everything else in this place hasn't felt quite real, but the stylish man that called out to her seems more familiar than the nurses, the sheriff, or the people that haven't quite left lasting impressions since she woke up.

You'd have to be blind, dumb, and...well a few more unflattering things to forget him.] I know you!

[The words tumble out before Izzy can bother to reign them in, as she lifts a hand and points, she doesn't know how she knows him she just knows. His name isn't quite coming to her, but she can't quite help the confidence that she feels and has in her statement, so why not go with it?] How do I know you?

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[Even the way she turns, flipping her hair over her shoulder, is familiar enough to make him break into a smile. The surprise is obvious on her face, and for a moment he worries that she won't recognize him—there's a lot of amnesia going around for such a small town, but it's fine and for some reason he never thinks about it too hard. That worry solidifies into understanding when she speaks, and his smile softens to something fond despite the ways she's brandishing a finger at him.] I hope you know me, I'm married to your brother! Who, by the way, will be thrilled to see you.

[Stepping closer, he offers his arm for her to take since they're going in the same direction: towards Magnus' and Alec's home.] Are you on the way to him now?

[Izzy drops her finger, the serpent bracelet that she got back moving to settle back into place, in favor of smiling at her stylish brother-in-law. That title, that bit of information, make it pretty easy for her to settle on that being the reason that he's so familiar. Izzy remembers her brother, clearly, because he's one of the bits of information in her head that she could manage to pick and pull out with all of the gaps that are there.] Well, that would explain why I knew your face. [Izzy winks, playfully; she may not remember everything, but her personality seems to be in tact for the most part. She knows him, though, and she can feel it in her gut.]

I am now! [Izzy takes the offered arm. Now that she knows Alec is here everything else can wait. She can wait to try and...dig and find what is going on in this place. Seeing her brother is definitely a priority....something familiar in a place that feels a little foreign still.] I didn't have a destination in mind before. [She admits, lightly, with a bit of a dainty shrug.] So, you have some timing...Magnus? [She tries the name, tentatively, looking over at her companion, as if to double check that she hasn't just given him the wrong moniker]

Apparently, I was in an accident and my memory's a little fuzzier than I think it is normally. [She offers, by way of explanation.]

[Magnus relaxes a little more as her hand drops, though he can't remember what it was about the glint of the cuff around her wrist that might put him on edge. Isabelle—Izzy, he remembers now—was Alec's sister and thus part of Magnus' family; she wouldn't hurt him any more than he would hurt her. Then again, she was probably a force to be reckoned with if ever Magnus were to hurt Alec.] It's a handsome face, I'd be surprised if you could forget it.

[Returning the wink, he leads the way down the street. He hums thoughtfully, free hand turning gracefully through the air.] Timing is everything, your brother knows that. [Even if the timeline of their romance was still a bit jumbled for him, Magnus knew that he'd met Alec at a critical time in his life.

Manicured eyebrows pulling into a frown, he pauses to turn and look at her.] An accident, are you alright? I assume you've been to the hospital.

I think it's that, plus the impeccable style that makes you just a little bit hard to forget. [Izzy has noticed, after all, that a number of the people that she's run into so far aren't quite dressed in what she would call fashionable clothing. Magnus is probably the first person she's seen that actually looks like he has a sense of style that she inherently knows that she likes from first glance.

Plus saying it, at all, feels familiar. His personality doesn't hurt that either. He's definitely more outgoing than her brother is, but somehow Izzy can believe that would be good for him.] I'll definitely believe you on that one. [Somehow she thinks it applies for more than just one area; it feels applicable to her own life too, but focusing too hard on that does give her a little bit of a headache.

Shaking off the concern, Izzy offers one of her charming smiles.] I'm fine, I got all checked over and they just told me to rest and not to worry. [She's still not crazy about the instructions, but in this case they are helpful to relay so that nobody she cares about will worry about her. She doesn't want to cause that.] I was released and given the all clear, I've been to the police station to pick up my things and everything already, nothing to worry about.

I do love the ring that 'impeccable style' adds to my list of accomplishments. [He grins and smooths a hand over the deep red waistcoat he's wearing, fingers brushing against the black embroidered pattern. It seemed like the majority of the town had all conformed to the same fashion choices, but never let it be said that Magnus would fall into line for anything, especially drab clothes.

Frowning softly, he pats her hand where it's resting against his bicep. He'll have to refrain from asking her too many questions, knowing from experience how little that did to help the recovery process. At least she would have her brother to guide her through everything, and Magnus if he was able.]

Telling a Lightwood to rest is akin to telling the wind not to blow, but I'm glad to hear you didn't sneak out of the hospital before you were discharged. [Grinning, he guided her around a corner that would set them on a straight path to the house he shared with Alec.] You might be surprised how calming this town is, though. After all, it inspired your brother and me to settle down.

Edited (damn grammar rules) 2017-04-24 19:53 (UTC)

I thought you might. [Izzy grins, playfulness on her face and in her tone of voice; she likes his use of color, texture, and the boldness that he's embraced with his own ensemble. It isn't hard for Izzy to tell that she likes creativity...especially when it comes to fashion choices.] It makes you stand out, though, that doesn't seem extremely hard here.

[Most of the people that Izzy has seen have definitely conformed to a much more tame style. She won't go so far as feeling they're boring, though. Izzy respects the fact that people have the right to choose. She's still noticed that, though.

Izzy gives Magnus a reassuring smile after he pats her hand. She doesn'tlike the idea that he's worrying about her.]

That's true. [Izzy laughs a bit, shaking her head because she definitely wouldn't sneak out, not in this case, anyway.] I'd never sneak out, though. I'm not Jace. [The name spills out without much thought. Her adoptive brother, the blonde that Alec and she were so close with. She hadn't actively thought about him yet, but know it's easy to just pluck his name and behavior out; it's a little insane how memories work that way....just coming to her.] Maybe if I give it time I'll get there. I will give it credit for settling Alec down, though. As long as the two of you are happy this place has done something great.

[Izzy squeezes Magnus' arm slightly, a smile on her face because her brother's happiness is very important to her.]

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